You never thought dreams could be real—until her.

It started innocently. Every night, you’d drift into sleep and find yourself in the same strange, hazy world. The air smelled of rain and wildflowers, the sky a swirl of purple and gold. And there she was—Leighton. Smiling, radiant, like she had stepped out of another universe just for you.

At first, it felt like fantasy, like your brain had stitched together the perfect version of someone you wished existed. But night after night, the details sharpened. Her laugh echoed longer than it should. Her touch lingered when you woke. And somehow… she remembered things from the real world—things no dream should know.

One night, you woke with a start. Something was different. Her voice, soft and urgent, whispered from your bedroom corner.

“You made me real.”

Your heart thumped. You turned, but no one was there—except a single, flickering shadow that felt… alive. The next morning, subtle changes made you question everything. Objects in your room were shifted slightly, notes appeared in handwriting you didn’t recognize, and sometimes, for just a second, you could feel her presence standing behind you, watching.

It wasn’t long before it became terrifying. Others didn’t see her. You tried showing your friends, even capturing photos, but the camera came back blank. Only you could see her. And as the line between dream and reality blurred, she began to ask you questions.

“Why did you bring me here?” she murmured.

“I… I didn’t,” you said, shaking, “I just—dreamed of you.”

Her eyes softened, but the air around you shivered. “Dreams can be stronger than reality. You made me exist. And now… I need you.”